Known in Unknowing
to carry me home
coming forth to carry me home.
the violent flow of quiet unknowns
helps to settle the nerves
and stretch hands
for home in greater knowns.
which find me stripped,
running free inside
revealed in the light of all-knowledge
pass the gas lights
the street lamps
even the storytellers
straight to the heart of life.
the majestic sun, the wonder that scars
and burns and skips rocks across my heart
proceed in abandon, unwise decision
silly and wreak-less notions
of the human condition
inside all perfection.
shout all you see, all you know of him—
and swear you’ll keep clean
in a better heart; in perfect seeing,
what is hidden? nothing!
so what is imperfect in this love?
what is incomplete? nothing will escape
the authors pen, the artist’s touch—
even escape must be in love.
and i present my myself,
in the will unknown to me
in the will that’s not my own
to be yours and yours completely.
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